Giants

Since we are upon our great day of gratitude, a pretext for gorging on poultry and then taking our swollen torsos to the nearest television for some football, let’s look to sports for reasons to give thanks.

Okay, whoa. Whoa whoa whoa. Where are you going? Don’t leave. Not rooting for them more than your own favorite teams. That’s not what I mean. Not even rooting for them to win championships. But rooting for them to be good. Rooting for them to be legitimate contenders.

Local cable providers love to remind us that we have nine – yes, nine – professional sports clubs, a way of persuading us to click on this package or that so we can view the screen-in-screen horror we call baseball, football, and basketball.

You laugh now, but there was a time, very recently, when it was a debate. There was a time, when we thought the kid had commandeered the throne. There was a time when, when we thought it was the dawn of one empire, and the dusk of another.